from this dark tower of mine

he didn’t have the energy for her. to be honest, kit hardly had he energy for anyone these days but it was different with aleta. hat girl seemed to be frustrating, wrapped in confusion and dashed with an insufferable nature. his focus was elsewhere during a trip he should have been enjoying. can they really do this for me? for her? what would they ask me to do next? all the while, there she was. it would be rude of me not to say anything, right? “hey” he finally settled on, hands in his pockets. “enjoying yourself?” @aletaevers

if aleta were to be honest with herself -- she was off somewhere in her mind, far away, the ash from her cigarette burning a hole in her denim shorts, eyes squinting against the sun and the ever-present annoyed look upon her face. “huh?” it came out harsh, breaking the still-frame of the blonde, icy eyes flickering towards the other before down to her lap, brushing away the ash, “i was.” shoulders shrugged, lazily, lips pulling another drag before aleta plucks the cigarette from her lips, gesturing it towards kit, “you here to ruin it?”

“Well I wouldn’t have considered this a very suitable arrangement but,” Dahlia trailed off, plopping down on the bed beside Aleta, not caring if the other objected or not. She held out a bottle of cheer beer she’d gotten from outside, shaking it slightly. “We have to live with each other for the next two nights so, drink up Pixie.” @aletaevers

“You’re telling me,” a light scoff escaped her lips, one leg crossed over the other, hesitation in her actions before accepting the beer and bringing it towards her lips, “It’s whatever. As long as I don’t wake up to some kind of fucking orgy -- it’s whatever.” Aleta passed the bottle back, eyes trailing outside the tent, a slight unwillingness to look at the other girl, “You got anything better than cheer beer, though? Or do we have to go on some kind of fucking prowl?”

( @aletaevers )

            Nell is contradictory ; they are as unpredictable as they are consistent , especially when it comes to figuring out how they may react to certain situations presented to them. Such can be exemplified when they open the door to the restroom and can be confronted with the sound of … sobbing. A voice is recognized , and they tilt their head - raising their eyebrows at the familiar freckled face but hesitating to speak. All attempts to be kind are thrown out the window due to Nell’s distaste of the other ; maybe if it’s more serious , they’ll be more gentle. But as for now - ❝ So … the fuck’s up ?? ❞ They ask with a tone of nothing more than nonchalance. ❝ Don’t tell me you’re sobbing over a fuckin’ diamond earring down the toilet or some shit. ❞

It’s a common practice -- the blonde leaning against the sink, inky tears running down her cheeks in a movie-esque manner; a juul tucked between two thin fingers and her arms tucked under each other, her face more annoyed than upset. It begins with a small jolt -- a wave crashing against a ship, strong enough to knock her off course but not strong enough to knock her off ship. An understanding of what the day’s to look like; it’s no surprise to Aleta when she finds herself in this scenario, a small scoff emitting from her lips at Nell’s voice. “How’d you guess? Now I only have twenty-three diamond earrings, and I just hate odd numbers.” She side-eyes the punk after a small eye-roll, turning to face the mirror and wiping her cheek with the back of her hand before taking a hit from her juul. “Maybe you could do one of those little magician acts and pull it out from like, your ass or whatever. It’d be cute, entertaining. Saucy, maybe.”

“god, i don’t know, my first boyfriend? ginger pubes so i felt like i was fucking a leprechaun. broke up with him afterwards because i just couldn’t handle it.”

“don’t know, don’t care. ask me something interesting.”

bea: guess you don't want to come over and finish this bottle of tequila with me then?

aleta: [...]

bea: how can you spell a name wrong when it's written out in front of you?

bea: are you that dense?

𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐀 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐚𝐬 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀 || 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒

bea: it’s bea

bea: dumbass

bea: you’re really fucking frustrating

bea: you know that right?

bea: I mean you must

aleta: who is this? lmao

@morettis: you have to be able to lift over 180 pounds and have soft hands.

@morettis: auditions start today.

𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬

“Surprisingly, it’s not an American. Well, as far as I know. I see this guy all the time at the coffee shop, guess he’s just stuck in my head now,” she sighs, letting the other girl take the spot beside her. At the question, she shrugged, looking around. “A few, I guess. I didn’t join the welcoming committee though, so they don’t really stop to ask me anything. Well, there was one girl who was looking for her dorm and I helped her out, but that’s about it,” she says, looking over to her friend. “What about you? Anyone interesting?” She didn’t not want to meet the new kids, of course, but today seemed to be a day where she was content staying on the sidelines, observing the new kids as they made their way around campus, eyes bright and practically bouncing on their toes. “You excited for the party tonight?”

“He could be an American living in Netherlands for an extended amount of time. I mean, it’s not like you’re exactly from here either,” Aleta pointed out, with a raise of an eyebrow. “No. No one interesting in the slightest. At least not yet,” a large, melodramatic sigh fell from her lips, back leaned against the steps in an entirely given up manner, shoulders drooping, “If this batch of students are all boring, I’m going to have to switch my major to architecture and built a giant catapult. And then, just, sling them across the ocean. Ask them to send over better ones. The only upside is that it’ll be amusing to watch them stumble over themselves in all their newfound freedom. Like little, huh...ants? I’m verging excitement, but I’m not all the way there yet. I’m just hoping it’s not a dud.”